02-10-2009, 08:09 PM
The silver and gold woman had caught the scent of the leader of Dahlia de Mai but she had ignored it for a moment, hoping that the other would pass by their territories without need or want to venture closer. When the voice spoke up the elder woman could do nothing but stop in her tracks and raise her head towards the sound. She nashed her teeth slightly in irritation at first off trying to look for the woman when she knew it was a useless venture. She just sighed softly as she turned anyways towards the owner of the scent and sound as she answered. "Cercelee?"
The Whilom paused a moment before she even attempted to move closer to the other, the slight sounds of the area affording her the moment to not seem as weak as she was. She paused a few yards from the other as she asked softly. "Are things well in Dahlia de Mai?" She had reason to be concerned for the pack of white woman to didn't cling so tightly to her Sadira ties. Half the pack was her kin, but her spiteful daughter resided there and she couldn't see any reason why the ivory woman would have spoken up to Iskata in her lame duck patrolings of the lands.
She was nothing but a shell of what she once was, though she would still press on for now. Healing was a harsh dose of what there still was out there waiting and though she doubted it was much she'd still look. Maybe Cercelee was just doing the same, looking for something out there she knew existed but hadn't found yet.
The Whilom paused a moment before she even attempted to move closer to the other, the slight sounds of the area affording her the moment to not seem as weak as she was. She paused a few yards from the other as she asked softly. "Are things well in Dahlia de Mai?" She had reason to be concerned for the pack of white woman to didn't cling so tightly to her Sadira ties. Half the pack was her kin, but her spiteful daughter resided there and she couldn't see any reason why the ivory woman would have spoken up to Iskata in her lame duck patrolings of the lands.
She was nothing but a shell of what she once was, though she would still press on for now. Healing was a harsh dose of what there still was out there waiting and though she doubted it was much she'd still look. Maybe Cercelee was just doing the same, looking for something out there she knew existed but hadn't found yet.